Kamakura, Japan, December, 2014
when the waves break
upon the shore
with not so much but a whimper
take to heed that
to the speck of sand
transported
from the depths of the ocean
up to the shore
the movement was
momentous and the water,
in its course,
god
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from musty halls with creak-loud benches
we kneel and pray
and watch through stained-
glass windows
the rain patter
as the voices rise
and weep and mourn
for days of rejoicing
not long past
but apparent is not so true…
the glass once stained with
steady hand and careful grace
no longer holds its colour
for the stain consists
of war-torn souls
and the rain
is the tears
of children orphaned
and the benches creak
under the weight
of ghosts
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I tell them by day and by night. Hours, I spend on street corners until dirty, ignorant cops send me on my way. I will not give up. They must know:
The devil is rising. He will come in the form of a man made of gold and hot air. He will smile as he shakes his fist. He will raise the masses to a frenzy of feeding upon their fellow man.
He will come, mark my words. And when he does, we will have no place to go… except Mars or Jupiter of course.
Author’s Notes:
1. This started with the envisioning of a street corner preacher. Being that it was Stream of Consciousness, I just let it go… off the planet. Extra points if you know who the “devil” is.
2. I have no plans to write Adult Content fiction pieces for this challenge, but it happens, and it’s sometimes beyond my control if I’m to remain authentic to my muse. I will place a warning in the title of those posts which fall under the AC category.
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you’re here
he’s there
you’re real
so is he
but life with you
is not like life with him would be
life with you is mundane
he is exciting
our real life is ordinary
my life with him would be a celebration
day in, day out
night life, sleeping all day
work, boring
partying all the time
our life is lived together in the real world
his life exists in the spotlight, he is never bored
the dirt on which we sleep is hard
the grass over there is soft and green
we fight
he is always happy
we’re poor
he is rich
you’re here
he’s there
it’s surreal
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I woke up this morning to find a bag of balls on my front stoop. They were all the balls I’ve ever owned in my life. Ones I played catch with, with my dad; ones that went over fences never to be retrieved; ones that hung on the Christmas tree during the first year of my first marriage… Right up until the ball I was playing with yesterday – one of the three I was juggling at the kid’s birthday party. Yes, I’m a clown. The only one they missed is the ball on my nose. Of course, I sleep with that one.
The bag of balls is someone’s idea of a dirty trick, obviously. Probably someone I left in the sewer system…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: If I could edit this I’d leave a hint somewhere that shows earlier that my stream of consciousness ended up at a killer clown.
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“That thing is not going in my closet.” It was the last thing I ever heard her say.
We’d been talking about moving in together for months. She knew about my collection. Sure, she’d never seen it… she hadn’t wanted to. I tried to explain to her how big it was and how freakin’ awe-inspiring it was. I guess she didn’t believe me. In retrospect, I do remember her just nodding and smiling as though she was humouring me.
I think it was the boa that took offense to her screaming first. Or maybe it was the cobra. Oh well.
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*Author’s note: No editing went into this post in order to make it an 100-word story. Just how it turned out. I’m happy about that. 😉
Mustn’t you leave,
Just get out
to arrive somewhere else
a place where you’re wanted
The rattling cages
must be driving you mad
and the animals speak now
they whisper, escape
I’m the voice in your head, dear
Don’t try to resist
for the more you agree
The sooner you’ll return
And you’d like that
Wouldn’t you?
Mais oui
…
zzz Me? It wasn’t
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Antoinette Ant thought to write an anthology. Her fellow ants told her, “You can’t do that! You’re just an ant!” But Antoinette replied, “Ah, but I am a French ant! And I am also the Aunt of the King!”
So Antoinette bought a typewriter. She wrote of feats unheard of, where gallant ant warriors heaved seeds, and dead wasps that wouldn’t even fit through the door of the castle, and rocks the size of pebbles to build the greatest homes in the land. And then she sent her anthology off to be published.
And she waited.
And she waited.
Until one day Antoinette heard back from a publishing house that was interested… in her warriors. For a cat had knocked down their house.
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The first time he proposed I wasn’t ready, so I said no.
The second time he proposed I said no because I hate even numbers.
Now I don’t think he’ll propose again. I want him to but I can’t tell him because that will curse our marriage, according to my mom’s superstition.
Why can’t a guy just understand me for once?
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“What’s going on?” she asks as if there’s nothing wrong. But there is, of course, something terrible about to happen in my shorts. She forgot to remind me to go potty… She’s going to be mad. But then again, that’s typical of my wife.
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Linda G. Hill 